The Divine Hunter Chapter 589
Chapter 589 Winning and Conditions
The cool morning breeze dissipated the gunpowder smoke, and the white light of dawn fell on this mottled and messy land.
"How do you feel, kid?"
Lambert took a picture of Roy looking up at the sky.
He fell to the ground in ragged clothes, as quiet as a grave.
His pale face showed deep thinking, and his heart seemed to be filled with other melancholy, not at all like someone who had just survived a fierce battle.
"Don't worry, you can't die!" Roy took a deep breath, the pain that the bones fell apart eased, and his mind turned to the template
HP: 50/100 (lock in weakness, remaining time: 59 days, 23 hours, 50 minutes, 30 seconds)
Strength: 5 (extremely weak)
The Demon Hunter lv14 (0/16500)
Appears (not available temporarily)
300 seconds to go all out in the form of the Supreme, in exchange for two months of weakness.
Roy sighed with a wry smile. The side effects were so serious that they were beyond imagination. There is no doubt that this can only be used as a trump card when there is nowhere to go!
Then he felt that the rough cloak and the cold ground behind him were replaced by something soft and warm.
was so comfortable that he couldn't help but whisper.
I dont know when, Rita Neid sat down on the grass, letting the back of his head rest comfortably on his thighs, gently rubbing his temples with one gentle hand, and stroking the slender fingertips of the other. The center of his eyebrows seemed to smooth the wrinkles and worries in his heart.
Seeing him looking back, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Sorceress.
Only those azure eyes can vaguely see a trace of red tears, and the corners of the coral lips are still bloodstained by magic.
Just a moment ago, countless holes were opened in the sky, and the flame of cleansing pouring out like rain.
Rita Neid thought everything was over, and even made mental preparations to go to the Yellow Spring with the Demon Hunter.
But it turns around.
Roy survived, although he was bruised and weak, but this was already the best result!
Ten fingers like rose petals brushed his face.
Everyone is alive one by one.
He did what he promised before!
Triss, who rushed over from afar, folded her hands in front of her abdomen, pursed her lips, and the red hair blew over her wanting to talk face with the wind.
She stayed with Kaiyan at the sewer entrance from start to finish, perfectly missing this series of exciting adventures.
"Roy, did Wenxiang Nephrite lie down and enjoy enough? Since there are still a few breaths, let's talk about it, just now... uh... the big octopus is the so-called supreme? Idaran's crazy obsessive monster?"
Lambert asked, rolling up his sleeves, slapped his mouth, and awakened the live fan of the cat vulture that was sleeping in front of a long-leaf caravan.
He wears a flushed palm print, as if he has just awakened from a long dream, and his gray-green pupils shoot out a confused color.
Eskar and Serrit, all with bright bald heads, awakened Reso, Cohen, and Vesemir in the same way.
Ochs, Geralt, Aiden, and Kayan swiftly put anti-magic shackles on the hands and feet of Alzu who were sleeping.
"To be precise, it is the devourer of civilization, the opener of circulation...a shuttle of parallel time and space."
"Tsk tsk... the title is quite bluffing, and it turns out that he ran away in a desperate way?" Kalkstein seemed to forget his previous tragedy, squatting down, sesame grain-sized eyes staring directly at Roy, full of science. The inquisitive desire of the weirdo and the madman, "Tell me honestly, the little monster who won the battle is you-are you relatives to the Most High?!"
"Secret!" Roy's pupils shrank, and his speech was brief and powerful.
For an instant, the big guys looked at each other, and thoughtfully scanned the ground around a mile nearby-submerged by crimson lava, cracked and sunken by the terror tentacles.
A few miles from Maribo to the wilderness, a deep gully appeared, like a dry river bed.
What a mighty power, beyond the curse of the legendary mage, the battlefield where ten thousand people face each other is not so messy.
The demon hunters asked themselves that they couldnt hold on to that kind of behemoth for ten seconds.
This reveals a cruel reality-this kid has left them farther and farther!
"You are obviously at an absolute disadvantage, and you were almost slapped into flesh by your tentacles. How do you repel the nightmare behemoth?"
Seret asked in surprise.
Roy was silent for a moment.
Tell everyone truthfully-I have been recognized by the Supreme, no longer his shadow, but become the new Supreme. One day, I will be transformed into a big octopus searching for food in parallel time space?
He shook his head.
He is him, Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School.
Not interested in being the supreme for at least a few hundred years.
Roy's silver-gray pupils slowly swept across the cheeks of all his companions, "I have reached a permanent peace agreement with the Most High. From now on, our world will no longer be threatened by it! There will be no more threats! The flame of cleansing!"
The Most High gave up this time and space.
"So that the trouble is completely resolved, can I go back to Elland to see the children?" Geralt asked uncertainly, the dark cat eyes looking forward to it.
"It's all over."
The people's hanging hearts were relieved, and there was a light smile on their tight cheeks.
"It's not forgiving that I am the diplomatic ambassador and chief prophet of the Brotherhood, and I have been the savior silently!" Oaks had his arms around his chest and his expression was proud. He knew that this kid must have concealed a lot of facts, but I won't ask too much.
No matter how strong he is, he is always his younger brother.
"Should everyone be grateful to you?!" Lambert cleared his throat, bowed exaggeratedly at him like a bard preparing to perform, and the white-headed bald mirror reflected light and swayed. People are dazzled, "There is no reward for saving lives. If you meet another'fearless man' in the future, I will take good care of your family for you!"
There was a cold snort in the crowd.
"Idiot, close your crow's mouth, you want to die?!" Aiden grinned like a wolf, and slammed the guy on the back of the head.
The latter retaliated immediately!
And Coral chuckled with her red lips, blinked playfully at the weak Roy, showing a charming smile, "Great hero, then I can only agree with my body?"
"Ahem, pay attention to the occasion, Ms. Rita, so many bachelors are staring at it!" Cerret picked up a scarlet onyx from the grass beside Roy, a total of five. "Seriously, boy, this is again. WTF?"
Roy dazzled his eyes, his expression became unbelievable,
Essence of the Most High
Purpose: After being swallowed, it will fly to the perfect world, and the best result among all parallel time and space will come to you.
As a birth ceremony-Roy suddenly recalled the soul transmission before the Most High left-I will give you this time and space, them, and their wishes.
"Unlimited wishing machine."
"Wish?" Everyone couldn't help but breathe, their expressions became wonderful,
Serritt shuddered upon seeing this, realizing the importance of this thing, and immediately stuffed all the crystals into Roy's arms.
"Biddijing is good?" Kalkstein immediately beamed his eyes, wishing to slice it and study it.
"No, it has a very unique way of fulfilling wishes."
Roy always believes that parallel time and space are not comparable to the original world. After all, the relatives and friends living there are not the same ones before.
"We can't use it, we have a better choice!"
People who live in the present cannot pursue parallel time and space!
"Boy, it's appropriate to say that?" Resso rubbed his bald head, which seemed to be oiled, and turned his eyes to Alzu, who was handcuffed by anti-magical metal and fainted by a crooked neck tree, and the four great masters, five agates. Corresponding to five people, "We can't use it, can it be specially prepared for them?"
"Good question, Reso! Everyone, there is a thorny problem in front of you." Cerret raised his voice, embarrassed, "What to do with them?"
The founder of the Demon Hunter, the Four Great Masters, was **** by a group of younger generations effortlessly.
I dare not imagine it in the past.
"According to me, killed a hundred!" Aiden growled, he didn't know anyone anyway.
There is no cat pie.
"The Great Master is not a monster, it is too wasteful to do so...it is no less than smashing a peerless treasure with his own hands." The alchemist looked eager to try, "Why don't you solve them"
"Come here?!" Resso hurriedly interrupted the ghost idea, staring at Ivar's familiar lanky face, blurting out, "The purpose of the Brotherhood of the Demon Hunters is to unite all compatriots who deserve to be united."
"In the past 100 years, the Grand Master has never committed any crimes of anger and grievance except for traveling through the battlefield to collect souls! I think they are qualified to join!"
Vesemir nodded, habitually stroked the beard on his chin, but only touched the air, "Everyone knows that Ivar, Igar, and Grand Master Elan have no ill will towards us."
Cohen looked at Elan with piercing eyes, and swept his side face with fluttering goshawk tattoos and dry Mohigan black hair. "Every great master is a moving humanoid treasure house. The knowledge in their minds , Rich experience, skilled alchemy, swordsmanship, and forging techniques will surely benefit the Brotherhood a lot!"
"The Book of Shadows" is Elan's handwriting.
"The little boys in the Temple of Meritelli, you must know that there will be so many more legendary witcher teachers, and they are not happy to go crazy!"
Resso added, The reason why the masters have come to where they are today is that there are reasons. We have witnessed their tragic past experience, but any normal person will collapse!
Everyone was silent, and that lifelike history emerged before us.
The four great masters never destroyed the world, but the world and the human beings they protected, betrayed and severely injured them.
A group of idealists who saved the common people as their own mission were finally defeated by the cold reality.
"Just solve Anahad as I said, and take revenge for Roy." Seret made a cut-throat gesture and suggested with a serious expression, so serious that people don't want to run into him in a dim alley.
Pluton gave him a dissatisfied look, and inexplicably passed the young boy who sold himself to the mage in order to save his family.
and the scene where he stands alone with his sword, standing in the ruined fortress.
The butcher of the bear faction has some similarities with him.
Just kill it like this, he always feels wrong.
Roy scanned the indifferent face with his eyes closed, and there was a flash of fire in his eyes.
The pain of the dismemberment of Sintra Castle once came to my heart!
And Rita Neid noticed the change in his expression and immediately rubbed his temple intimately.
"As for Alzu..."
The mage in the blue robe under the dead tree coughed twice and suddenly opened his brown eyes.
Passed an incredible light.
"Hell? Heaven?" Alzu struggled to support his body. The whole person was like three days and three nights of hard work, with backaches and cramps in his hands and feet, "Or the chaotic illusion in the Supreme Being? How could I still be alive?"
"Your Excellency Alzu!" The alchemist crouched in front of him, grinning and showing yellow teeth, "Do you think the anti-magical metal shackles in your hand are fake? Try casting a spell!"
"Accept the reality, the Most High you have been thinking about has escaped!"
"No! No one in this time and space can stop it!"
Alzu roared in a low voice, his face was gloomy and dripping.
"The facts are here!"
The other four who fell on the grass sullenly groaned, and woke up one after another, with confusion in their eyes, but their strong psychological qualities quickly calmed them down and understood their situation.
Lambert is condescending, flaunting his might, his tone is domineering,
"From now on, the five of them are all prisoners of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters!"
"The Most High has moved on to the next cycle? So, everything is over." Alzu, who had understood the situation, said weakly, and there was a deep despair in his voice.
"Who will fulfill our wishes for us?"
The expressions of the four great masters became miserable, and their hearts were deeply frustrated.
"How on earth did you do it, Roy, the highest shadow? Can the shadow defeat the body?!"
Alzu's eyes widened nervously, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and he asked nonchalantly.
"But the shadow is not always the shadow..." Roy said imperceptibly.
"Don't mumble like a girl, brat, speak louder!" Anahad sat up excitedly.
A white light flicked across the electric flint in mid-air.
The big bald man unceremoniously swung his sword on the back and patted the Great Master of the Bear faction lying down again.
"Man, be polite!"
"Roy, it's not a stinky boy. Without him, the five would have become excrement in the belly of the Supreme!"
"What's the point of being alive like this?" Elan said desperately, Moxigan's black hair hanging down sickly.
The highest disappears, and the big avalanche cannot be reversed.
"Your Excellency Elan."
Cohen took a deep breath, adjusted his collar, and his tricolor pupils were full of respect, "Although Teacher Kelda is dead. But there is still me in the Griffin faction, and there is a group of craftable materials in the Brotherhood! As long as you join Come in, we can work together to create a better future and reproduce the glory of the Demon Hunter Order!"
He was so excited that he spit, "No, it's more brilliant than then! There are no more mages or mobs who dare to attack us!"
"Otherwise they will die without a place to bury them!"
"I don't remember that the pencil sharpener accepted you as a disciple."
Elan was stunned for two seconds, then looked up and carefully looked at this loyal and honest-looking junior.
"It's a long story, your "Devil Hunting Notes" has undergone an abnormal change, which awakens Teacher Kelda from death. It was not until a few years ago... that he completely disappeared."
Elans face was complicated, with a trace of regret in his gratification, but he sighed again.
"You don't understand. My world has stayed on that day forever."
"Teacher Aiga..." Another old voice caught the attention of the great wolf faction master, and a weird old man with a pale face and no beard or even a single eyebrow was reflected in his eyes.
The face that has experienced the vicissitudes of life gave him a familiar sense of deja vu.
"Vesemir, do you remember? I learned forging from you in Kyle Morhan!"
Ten seconds later.
"The radish that used to hook up with five women in one year? You are not dead?!" Ai Jia's vertical pupils turned and blurted out suddenly.
At this moment, all the demon hunters turned their eyes to the great master of the wolf faction, especially the two female warlocks, with an expression of "the original master, you are such an old pervert", even if his face has been tempered. Not invading, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly,
"Cough, cough... are romantic affair in his youth, now the old man has already taken care of his heart, only loves the pearl of the cow castle, Marina."
"Close to the subject. Master Aigar, after Kyle Morhans catastrophe, I lay under a corpse and survived by luck. Kyle Morhan did not die!"
He patted Geralt, Escal, and Lambert on the shoulders one by one, and the three of them nodded at Aijia with respect to each other. This good old man deserves admiration, "Did you see, the three hairy boys are all yours? Disciple!"
"On the other side of the temple, there are a few ten-year-old little bunnies who have also passed the wolf faction green grass trial!"
"Join us, if the Supreme is gone, it will be gone!" Vesemir said emotionally, as if returning to the vigorous youth, his eyes gleaming, "You can rebuild Kyle Morhan with us and let it rejuvenate. Vigorous, more lively and prosperous than ever!"
Aijia's simple face changed expressions.
"Old immortal! You can really hide, let's find it!"
Ox rubbed his boxing front, as if he was always ready to give a right uppercut to the teacher's stinky face that he hadn't seen for a long time, "Leave the three of us down without saying a word! Hide yourself and be happy?!"
"Happy ass! Can't understand my good intentions?! I'm not trying to solve the threat of wild hunting?" Ivar Evil's eyes swept across Reso, Ochs, and Cerret, and said the most vicious words, the corners of his mouth. But there was a smile, like an old naughty boy, "Three idiots, how dare you commit the crime, don't hesitate to get rid of the shackles!"
Resso narrowed his eyes, with a hint of complaint in his tone, "You should continue to enjoy it, as a punishment for abandoning your comrades! By the way, let me introduce it solemnly,"
Carrot-thick fingers point to the young witcher lying comfortably in the arms of the sorcerer.
"Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School, one of us!"
"At Sintra Castle, I saw him!" Ivar Chongroy nodded, and admiration flashed in his unpredictable eyes. "Young, skilled, sentimental and righteous, and able to go home across the plane. ! It is much more useful than the waste snacks of the three of you who only know that drinking and sleeping women all day long!"
On the other side, Triss had a complicated face when she heard the words, her red hair was gathered at the side of the dragon, and it was this group of bad guys that washed away her memory, and she has not recovered yet!
"Trash is more glorious than you, the old fellow who abandoned the academy!" Oaks sniffed immediately, but his mouth opened happily.
"Ival, consider it. To deal with wild hunting, there is no need to ask for help from the Supreme!" Resso looked straight at the horrible evil eyes and said loudly, "Sooner or later, the Demon Hunter Brotherhood will come with the group of warmongers. One!"
Ival lowered his head and looked at the shackles between his hands.
Ochs has a loud voice, his eyes are looking around, "Everyone, look forward, look long, don't indulge in the unbearable past forever!"
"The Demon Hunter Brotherhood is the general trend and the future!"
Anahad, who was deliberately ignored by the crowd, tightened his face, his expression even more gloomy.
Squat down, contract your shoulders, tighten your muscles, and make a defensive posture.
"Where is Idaran?" Alzu asked, his voice dull and weak, like a dying person.
"Smashed into flesh by the tentacles of the Most High," Geralt shook his head, "We haven't had time to do it yet."
Alzu sighed, his eyes were as cold as winter, and he suddenly turned to Roy.
"It's dead again. Kid, kill me."
"What did you say?"
"Kill me, devour me." The pale cheeks were all thoughts gray, and the sorrow in the tone was surging like a tide. "Without the Supreme, there will be no chance to see Liliana again, and no chance to fulfill Teacher Cosimo's last wish. What's the point of being alive."
Hundred years of planning, this moment fell short.
He lowered his head, without any expectations.
"If you die in your hands, you can still make a contribution."
For an instant, it seemed as if the cold wind whizzed by, extinguishing the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts.
Roy stood up with the help of the sorcerer, and showed Alzu the essence of the Supreme in his hand.
Under the light of the morning sun, the hidden crystal texture of agate shines brightly.
"Without the Supreme, this thing can also help you ascend to the "perfect world"."
"Gift of the Most High."
Perhaps the Supreme One still remembers the four great masters who have been in the water for a hundred years and have worked tirelessly to feed them.
"What do you want!" Alzu seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, and the light of hope rekindled in his eyes, scaryly bright!
Roy glanced slowly across the enthusiastic faces of the five captives.
"I want all your knowledge, collections, treasures, including the magic bottle that seals Dijing!"
(End of this chapter)